(I seriously can not believe that most of you guys fell for my April Fool's prank. That's the third time I've pulled something like this off and you still haven't learned XD. But I'm touched that so many people love my book! Anyway, ChailinnHendrickson gave me the idea for this chapter, so here's a cookie: (:::))

First things first, let's resolve the cliffhanger by returning to the attic of the Creepypasta Mansion, where Smiley and Smirky were in the midst of confrontation.

One was desperately stalling for time and the other was wondering how loudly someone would scream if he snapped off their teeth one-by-one with a pair of pliers.

The other creepypasta were still unconscious with no signs of waking up soon. Smiley's sleeping drug was very powerful, as demonstrated in one of the other special chapters when he used it to knock everyone out and deactivate the loony virus.

Sally had just run off and was acting strangely oblivious to everything else. Maybe she was a bit "out of it" too.

Smirky lowered his feet to the ground and stood up intentionally slowly.

Smiley's already-pale hand somehow turned whiter as he squeezed the handle of the knife. His preferred weapon would've been a bunch of scalpels to throw at a distance, but this would have to do instead.

The tension was hanging thickly through the air. So was the silence. They disagreed on who could linger and got into fighting stances just as the two brothers did.

Smirky and Smiley ran at each other, and so did the tension and silence.

The tension and silence began whacking one another over the head, determined to prevail.

At the last minute, Smirky suddenly jumped aside and behind Smiley, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"DiD YoU tHInk I wAS gOiNg tO LEt yOu sLiP AwaY?"

With all the skills of a surgeon, Smiley aimed a precise swing of the knife at his side.

Before the blade could sink into his flesh, the little crazy nutjob- I mean- Smirky, reached out to intercept his hand while tightening his own hold.

"I WoUlD ReTHinK AboUT dOiNG SoMEtHinG LiKe tHaT iF I wERe YoU."

"Well thank goodness you're not me," Smiley muttered under his breath, twisting around to try and loosen the arm around his neck enough to breathe properly.

We will now press the pause button on those two for now.

The scene suddenly seemed to freeze and become slightly staticky.

BEN Drowned walked across with a tub of popcorn and took one look at the scene.

"Well he's screwed," the elf remarked before going on his merry little way.

After BEN had been booted out of the author's iPad and told to take a hike, she continued writing and provided the readers with a change of scenery.

Mainly, it was Jeff the Killer climbing through the window of a random house so that he could slaughter everyone inside.

After carefully looking around to make sure there were no karate awards lying about, he tiptoed up the stairs, passing by the lounge where the television had been carelessly left on.

"And in recent news, a rash string of killings has occurred somewhere in the neighborhood and the perpetrators of these crimes are suspected to be independent entities-"

"Stupid people, wasting electricity like that. Never mind. It won't matter once they're dead...," Jeff muttered under his breath, carefully sliding his prized knife out of his hoodie pocket.

He snuck up the stairs and pressed his ear to the door.

"Zzzzz..."

"Zzzzz...

"Oink... Oink..."

The psychotic killer scrunched up his nose.

"Two people and a pig? Oh well. Smile Dog will appreciate some raw bacon."

Creeak...

Jeff dropped down to his knees and crawled on the floor, knife securely held in his mouth.

He crept over to the bed on all fours before silently standing up.

The blonde-haired woman opened her eyes with a soft gasp, aware of an intruder. There was a cute potbellied pig sleeping by her feet.

She's the only one there. Odd... Maybe I was mistaken about that.

"Go. To-"

WHACK!

Jeff felt himself hit the floor, his head spinning dizzily as pain shot up from the back of his skull.

The blade of tarnished silver span out of his hand and slid under the bed.

He managed to prop himself up by the elbows, only to see a considerably larger man looming over him. Of course, the guy was wearing nothing but red boxer shorts and had a laughably hairy chest, but at the time it was no laughing matter.

"Stay the hell away from my wife, you pale freak!" He barked, raising him up by the collar.

Even with his vision nicely blurring in and out of focus, he began to notice the golden trophies which lined an inconspicuous shelf.

Boxing Championship 2012. Boxing Championship 2013. Boxing Championship 2014.

"You're kidding!" He mentally groaned. Why did he always have to get the difficult ones?

Just then, L.J walked in with his attention fully focused on a list and a lollipop stick poking out of his mouth.

"Hey kiddo! I think I've figured out what's going on! Our weekly kill lists got mixed up!"

"I... Thought you killed... Only children?" Jeff croaked weakly.

"Only when I'm off duty. Slendy always gives me the toughest ones," L.J shrugged, looking up.

Then the monochrome clown noticed what was going on.

"Oh! Erm... Well I'll leave you to it!" He said cheerfully, turning around and walking back out with a hurried pace.

"Laughing Jack!" Jeff called out desperately.

"Come on, boy! I'll show you what happens to little brats like you!"

The man yanked him out by the hair and began dragging him down the hallway.

Jeff saw the woman give a sinister smile. The pig looked over it's shoulder and smiled sinisterly too. Don't ask. Just don't ask. Try not to imagine it and if you do, try to get it out quickly.

Although still feeling groggy after that punch to his brain- I mean- head, Jeff was able to reach into his hoodie and close his hand around a pocket switchblade that his girlfriend had insisted he carried for protection.

He kept his hand tightly closed into a fist as the man threw him down a set of basement stairs.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

After that rather painful experience, he felt understandably winded and also very ticked off at L.J for once more abandoning him.

Jeff lifted his head so that his nose wasn't squashed against the floor and finally noticed something that not a lot of couples had in their basements.

Mainly, it was the vat of acid which was bubbling away with a corpse inside it. Not a pretty picture.

He choked on the horrific fumes and turned away, feeling sick.

SLAM!

It sounded like the door being slammed shut. AKA: The only way out being closed.

"That teenage brat was trespassing to find a lost ball for her friends. So I had to teach her a lesson," the man said proudly.

"Y-you're a sick, twisted psychopath!" Jeff coughed.

"Hypocrite!" The tension huffed, having quickly fled after the silence won their little violent squabble.

"Now what should I do to punish you for trying to hurt my beloved Emmy? Cut off your ears and your toes?"

He began to panic. Slenderman might be able to revive his fallen creepypastas after any failures, but there wasn't much he could do with a pile of sludge!

Just as it appeared he was going to become a very disgusting slushie, the doorbell rang.

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong!

The man looked over his shoulder.

"Damn that woman's mother-in-law! Poking her nose into our business at this time of night!"

He hastily dragged down some rope from a hook and tied it sloppily all around Jeff before stuffing a kitchen cloth that smelt a bit like chicken curry into his mouth.

"Make a sound and you die!" He threatened before running upstairs.

Click! Click! Slam!

And then there was nothing but darkness. And bubbling. And chicken curry stench.

Jeff managed to spit out the curry-cloth with a disgusted look.

"It's usually killer courtesy to make sure you wash any gag cloths after using it to wipe up chicken curry spills!"

He made a mental note to scrub out his mouth with bleach or maybe mouthwash. Or bleach. Did he mention bleach? Bleach was fun.

The psychotic killer tried to avoid looking at the bubbling vat as he worked his hands to open the switchblade.

With a swift click, the silver tip poked out.

Painstakingly, Jeff sawed through the thick ropes with the tiny blade, wishing to high heavens that he had heeded his girlfriend's warnings and bought a bigger one for emergencies.

Finally, his hands were free as the ropes fell away.

Without wasting another second, he leaned forward to start cutting through the rest of it.

Sweating profusely, Jeff wiped his brow and looked up.

"Aaah!"

BEN was sitting at the top of the stairs, just staring at him with those wide creepy bleeding eyes while eating from a large bucket of popcorn.

"When did you get here?"

"The author said that I needed to provide comical relief because of the dark themes of this chapter!"

Without another word, the little elf stood up and walked right through the wall.

Jeff blinked a few times in disbelief before scrambling to his feet and making a run for freedom before Mr psycho-boxers came back.

God that guy was hairy and that pig was creepy... I'll make sure they get what's coming to them!

Now then. As Jeff was running for his life to find L.J (It was his logic that the killer clown would be a suitable match for the nutjob husband) things were going down in the Creepypasta Mansion's attic indeed.

His grip on the knife loosened as his hand shook violently. Smirky's hand was just as strong as ever and would catch the weapon as soon as he dropped it.

Smiley squeezed his eyes shut to hold back his tears of despair; a common reaction when faced with life-threatening situations.

Now isn't the time to be thinking of psychology!

In a few moments, his throat would be completely crushed and perhaps even damaged beyond repair. A slow, agonizing death indeed.

But... He's so strong now... There's nothing I can do to... To...

He was going to die and the last thing he would see was the white of Smirky's sleeve.

"What are you fighting against, brother?"

Smiley opened his eyes again.

Smirky was sitting on the crate exactly as he was before, the only difference was that now his legs were crossed.

But... But then what was...?

The blurry whiteness around his neck became clear as he blinked a few times.

It was just the white of his coat.

But... His head was throbbing as blood rushed back up and his neck felt bruised and stiff.

"How did you... How did you move so quickly?"

Smirky leaned forward.

"Wanna know a little secret?"

Smiley fell to his knees as his shaky legs finally gave in and buckled.

"I didn't."

"What are you saying...?"

"Isn't my new ability wonderful? Hallucinations that no one else can see... Even your body thinks they're real."

Smiley yelped as he felt someone forcefully push him over, sending him sprawling out to the ground.

"Now why would you throw yourself to the ground like that?"

A foot collided with his side and made him roll over with a half-strangled cry.

"Something wrong, Smiley? You look like you're in pain."

"Stop! Please stop!" He gasped.

"Stop what? I haven't moved a muscle."

Yes you have, you idiot. You're moving your facial muscles constantly.

Smiley realized that although his body was feeling awful, his mind was completely unaffected.

Because the hallucinations aren't real... Subconsciously, I'm not effected by them at all...

He withered around in absolute agony as he was kicked again and again.

"What are you doing? You look like a flailing fish."

Smirky stood up and slowly walked over. Was it another hallucination or...?

Smiley was forced down with his hands behind his back and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free them from the hallucination's nonexistent grip.

Unable to hold them back, the tears flowed from his eyes as Smirky walked behind him and out of sight.

"I'll leave you to those strange theatrics. Meanwhile, I think I'd like to have a nice little chat with that monochrome clown. Lord Zalgo could use someone like him."

Smiley felt himself being forced to his feet and then slammed back down to the floor.

T-there's no escape from this torture..."

"You're right. There isn't," Smirky said in a lazy voice before the sound of a door shutting echoed around the attic.

Dark, dreary and depressive, isn't it? Let's move onto a more brighter/darkish matter...

Dark Link was prowling around the street with gritted teeth.

His girlfriend refused to come out of the bathroom after a stunt of complete and utter humiliation at her friend's nighttime pool party.

You see, her ex-boyfriend (Who had been once more revived from the dead by the author for the special chapter) had literally torn off her bikini at the swimming pool and gone running off with it. Everyone had laughed and pointed.

Darkness - who hadn't joined in and was just watching from the lounge window - had left the party early to find him and kill him again. Or just teach him a lesson. Actually, he would kill him but lie and say that he just taught him a lesson.

He spotted the little looser darting into an alleyway and quietly strode after him, the gleam of his sword becoming visible as he drew it from its sheath.

.......
.............
.....................

There was a scream followed shortly by a metallic swoosh.

A large pool of red leaked from the alleyway and seeped slowly into the gutter.

Dark Link walked back out of the shadows, thoroughly wiping down his bloodstained blade with a cloth. He had learned from his mistakes.

He swiftly stepped over the sticky crimson mess and continued walking down the empty street, whistling an ocarina song inconspicuously as he made his way back.

During in which time he practiced his innocent demeanor for the interrogating that surely awaited him.

BEN walked in his shadow, still munching away on popcorn while watching him creepily.

Darkness pretended not to notice and proceeded back inside.

The little elf tried to follow but changed his mind when he realized it was a pool party.

And now, my dear friends... It's time for the real fun.

Laughing Jack skipped into the mansion with a springing step.

"I'm back and I've brought some bacon for Smile Dog along with four kidneys for Brainless-I mean-Eyeless!~" he announced in a sing-song voice. Yes, they still hadn't settled the daft feud of who could be called Jack.

Silence greeted him. The tension had decided to pack up and head for Alaska.

The footsteps caused by him ascending up the stairs seemed to echo around the silent mansion. The attic was soundproof for some *cough* *cough* mysterious reason.

Jeff had managed to convince him to finish off the killer couple, something he had done with glee.

Now the psychotic killer was at his girlfriend's house, trying to convince her that the bruises were from a fight and that he hadn't been having a wild love affair.

Smiley appeared around the corner.

"Jack? Could you step into my surgery for a minute?" He asked, beckoning him with a finger.

L.J stopped and cocked his head to one side.

"Hey Smiley! Why is it so quiet today?"

"Oh um... The others decided to head out for the beach."

"At eleven PM?"

"I... Didn't really want to question it."

The monochrome clown shrugged and stepped into the room.

Smiley moved to close the door behind him, also producing a key from his sleeve to lock it without the clown knowing.

"So what's up?" L.J asked brightly, opening the closet and briefly poking his head inside before shutting it again.

"Nothing really. I just wanted to make sure you're alright," the not-so-good dentist said, waving his hand dismissively as he turned around.

"In other words, you just wanted to chat? Are you really Doctor Smiley?" L.J asked jokingly, sliding the desk drawer closed and putting something silver and jingly into his pocket unnoticed.

"Of course. But there's something that's been bothering me about your nose."

"My nose?" L.J asked, suddenly looking a bit panicky as he shuffled around in a circle. The killer clown ended up where he had been standing when he first entered the room.

"Yes. I'm worried that there might be an infection setting in. Would you mind lying down on the table for a moment so that I can examine it properly...?"

L.J leaned against the door with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head with one clawed hand.

"Oh geeez... I don't know, kiddo... It's not just because of that time you chopped off my nose or anything but..."

He burst out into nervous laugher, drowning out the sound of a soft jingle as he slid the spare key into the lock with his other hand.

"Really, I insist."

"Hmmm... I don't think so...," L.J trailed off, carefully twisting the key around to unlock the door.

Smiley sighed and took a step closer.

"It won't work, you know. You can't escape."

The monochrome clown tried to open the unlocked door, but found that the handle was completely gone.

"Okay... That was a clever trick, Doctor Smirky."

"How did you know it was me?"

"Smiley never calls me Jack, he definitely wouldn't invite me into his surgery and I'm pretty sure that the tide would be too high for the beach not to be closed already. What have you done with everyone?"

"They're all having a lovely, peaceful nap... Except for Smiley, that is."

L.J got into a fighting stance.

"What have you done with him, you nutter?"

"I'd be more worried about your own well being if I were you," Smirky said simply, reaching up to untie his mask.

As it slipped away, he smiled sinisterly.

"ThE PRiCe I pAiD fOR a NeW LiFE waS mY BeAutIfUL TeeTh."

His pearly white teeth were no longer perfectly flawless. They were all sharp and pointy.

"They kinda look like mine..."

"HiDeOuS, ArEn'T tHEY?"

"Hey, hey! There's no need to insult them! Pointy teeth are nice! You can chew tough bubblegum with them and break through gum balls!"

Smirky scoffed.

"You're absolutely pathetic. Why does Slenderman even bother to keep you around?"

"Um... No idea," L.J shrugged innocently, his claws closing around the door handle which had just been made invisible by Smirky's weird mind tricks.

He was about to make a run for it when Smirky suddenly said something to halt him dead in his tracks.

"If you try to leave, Smiley will die."

"Where is he?" L.J asked calmly, spinning around on his heel to face the sharp-toothed crazy thing.

"It's simply fascinating how much your body can be deceived into believing it's been injured. His heart will stop beating of it's own accord if it really thinks that his neck is broken."

"I have no idea what you're jabbering on about so I'll assume you're even more nutty than I thought."

Smirky... Began smirking.

"Sweet dreams, Laughing Jack."

"Huh? What are you- Ooooh... Swirly lollipops and pineapple toffee..."

With those drowsy words, he collapsed.

The not-so-good dentist walked over and knelt down.

"What? You thought I just did all of this on the fly? No, no, no. Everything has been thought through and I expected that slow-acting sleeping drug I put in the lolly before you left for tonight's killing spree to work precisely around this time."

A single piece of popcorn tumbled out of the closet. L.J had left the door ajar after checking if Smiley was inside.

A little hand reached out and felt around the floor before grabbing it and drawing back.

There was a crunching noise, followed by an elfish giggle.

"Being able to observe everything without getting involved is fun!"

A second, more feminine voice laughed.

"This is better than a tea party with Charlie!"

So whilst Smirky was busy preparing phase three of his plan, unbeknownst that he had an unexpected audience...

Smiley cried out as he felt a fist smash down on his back before the hallucination once more disappeared.

He rolled away and just about sat up again the cookery boxes, hugging his knees.

So that's how it plays it's game... Lull me into a false sense of relief and then strike again...

The not-so-good doctor looked around with dread.

It's somewhere around here but I don't know where. But I do know that it doesn't want me getting close to the unconscious creepypasta.

With much effort, Smiley began getting back up to his feet and took a few stumbling steps forward.

But... I have to try!

He noticed a flash of white out of the corner of his eye before the hallucination seized his neck from behind.

"Aaah!"

Unlike the previous times, it really did have the intention to kill.

Smiley reached up and scrabbled helplessly as his oxygen supply was abruptly cut off.

I can't do this any more... I'm exhausted from these awful mind games... Maybe.. Maybe it would be better to...

He snapped out of it.

What am I thinking? No! This isn't real! This isn't real! What is real is the fact that Smirky is after L.J now and unless I do something about it...

Why bother? He had been telling himself that for the past thirty minutes but it did nothing to stop the hallucination's merciless assault. But no, he needed to focus properly and really believe it,

Smiley closed his eyes.

"If I can't see it... It won't hurt me," he said slowly, realizing that BEN's logic might not be so silly after all.

The grip around his neck became even tighter. The hallucination's fingernails were digging into his throat.

"There's nothing stopping me from breathing."

And then quite suddenly, oxygen flooded back into his lungs, despite the fact that the hallucination was still strangling him.

"There's nobody behind me."

The hands were no longer around his neck.

"And I haven't been injured at all."

All the pain was gone. Because it had never really been there in the first place. None of it had.

When Smiley opened his eyes again, he was simply standing in the middle of the attic with the knife in his hand.

I never even let go of the knife but I didn't realize it...

Smirky had really outdone himself if he could pull something like that off. Even Smiley was confused as to what had happened.

I suppose the line between imagination and reality blurred to the point where they began mixing together. What a fascinating reaction.

He began walking over to where the creepypastas were still all tied up. There was no shakiness in his stride anymore.

Smiley began hacking through the ropes and untying the gags, pausing only to slap them awake.

Slendy was one of the first to stir.

"Ugh... What happened, child?"

"My brother happened. After he took you down with those crazy hallucinations, he drugged everyone else and dragged you all up here," Smiley explained.

The creepypasta were all unsurprisingly groggy and confused.

Without waiting for them to catch their bearings, Smiley started making his way to the door.

I have to find L.J before it's too late!

He paused and looked at the knife.

But... What good will stabbing Smirky do? He'll just come back from the dead again soon enough.

Smiley glanced at the box of cookery items.

"I think I have a better idea," He remarked aloud to nobody in particular.

L.J stirred from his sleep and opened his eyes.

"Arrrrgh..."

He was lying on an uncomfortable wooden surface.

The monochrome clown tried to move his arms but found that his wrists were restrained to the table. So were his ankles.

A chill went down his spine as he noticed that everything around him was nothing but darkness. The hanging light overhead was the only source of light.

"Where am I?"

"Oh good. You're finally awake."

Smirky seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"I wondered if you'd like to experience a little nostalgia before you die."

L.J squirmed and tried to free himself. But even his immense strength - seemingly - couldn't break through the restraints.

"What are these things made of? Titanium and diamond?"

"Don't you remember, Laughing Jack? Christmas Eve? When you became a creepypasta by killing your old playmate?"

"It was fun while it lasted... How did you know about that?" L.J murmured, finally acknowledging the fact that Smirky was talking.

"Lord Zalgo has a library full of records about each and every creepypasta ever to exist."

"Oh... I see."

The quiet creaking of a door opening went unnoticed by both of them.

Two small pairs of eyes were visible in the darkness along with a tub of popcorn. BEN and Sally were watching with glee.

Smirky raised up a crimson jagged dagger which had come from god-knows-where.

"After you're dead, Lord Zalgo will revive you to become his mindless servant."

L.J just yawned.

"I'm pretty sure you were mindless to begin with."

The dagger went plunging down... And sank right into his chest with a splatter of inky black blood.

Apart from an instinctive jerk, L.J was completely unaffected and even looked... Bored?

Smirky took a step back.

"W-what? That dagger was filled with Zalgo's magic! You should be going through excruciating pain!"

"Well I've got pins and needles in my feet. Does that count?" The monochrome clown asked innocently, arching his back to sit up and snapping the wrist restraints clean off the table as he did so.

Another step back.

L.J pulled his feet forward and broke those restraints too.

"So didn't that fancy library of yours tell you that I was a gift crafted by a guardian angel? Which means I was sorta an angel too?" He asked cheerfully, pulling out the dagger from his chest and sending more black blood flying to splatter on the floor.

Smirky was so distracted by L.J that he didn't at all hear the sound of footsteps cautiously edging closer and closer.

"What are you trying to say? You're a corrupt being! You're a creepypasta! If you were an angel before, then now you're a..."

Realization dawned upon him.

"It can't be..."

"That's right, kiddo! I'm a demon!" L.J giggled. He looked positively gleeful.

Smirky got over his surprise and laughed.

"You can try to kill me, but I'll always come back! As long as my brother is alive, I'll always be around to hunt him down!"

"Why are you so fixated on Smiley?" L.J asked curiously.

"Well it's very simple! It's because his stubbornness about not dying during our childhood was not only frustrating but frankly it drove me crazy, especially after he survived me pushing him off a cliff. I even became a dentist just because I knew he hated them! And well I did almost succeed once during our college years, but then he stabbed me with a scalpel and escaped. I suppose my attempts did mess him up though because he became transfixed with helping people and-"

THWHACK!

Smirky stopped his semi-mad rambling and collapsed into a sprawled-out heap on the ground with a big bump on his head.

"That's quite enough out of you," Smiley said firmly, spinning the dented frying pan around his finger by a hole on the handle.

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A/N: Yep. The perfect ending. I'm sure Slendy will know what to do with him.

I... I just have no words to say except thank you for everything.

*Claps hands* So! How was it? I worked really hard (6-8 hours total!) for this one and all of that anime definitely seeped out of my brain and into the story at some point.

And another thing... I had no idea so many people read this book. I mean, I get all these notifications about people voting for my chapters and half of them I didn't even know existed!

It makes me wonder how many are there, you know? So if you do read this story regularly, I'd love it if you'd just write a quick comment or something! Remember; I'm the only phantom around here! Get it?

Oh and also, I'm keeping that April Fool's prank chapter up. I know. I feel sadistic. But... Sorry not sorry! XD

To avoid a "The boy who cried wolf" situation, I'll give you guys a tip; Check if I've listed it as completed. And if I suddenly stop giving updates for months and months, either there's something going on that's keeping me from the Internet or worst case scenario, I've died.

Anydoodles! I've got some more anime to watch and I'm looking forward to some comments from my wonderful readers!

Ta-Ta!

~TheNightPhantom